A teacher assigned her young students to get a story with a moral from their parents and be ready to share it out the next day.
The following day, the teacher asked for volunteers to recite their stories, Joey stood up and said, ‘I live on a farm. Mom told me she was carrying a basket of eggs up to the house one day. She stumbled, dropped the basket, and every egg was broken. The moral is not to put all your eggs in one basket.’
Susie stood up next and said, ‘My mother is a librarian. She told me that people like to check out the books with colourful, flashy covers - they almost never check out books with plain, dull covers, even those some of those books contain the best stories. The moral is to never judge a book by its cover.’
Little Johnny stood up and said, ‘My dad told my about his aunt Louise. She was a pilot during the war, and one day she developed engine trouble over enemy territory. She had to bail out, and only had time to grab her parachute, a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete.
‘Aunt Louise drank the whole bottle of whiskey on the way down, and landed right in the middle of 100 enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of them with her machine gun, then ran out of bullets. She killed twenty more with her machete until the blade broke. She killed the last ten with her bare hands.’
‘My goodness!’ said the teacher. ‘What is the moral of this frightening story?’
And Johnny said,
Boru
The following day, the teacher asked for volunteers to recite their stories, Joey stood up and said, ‘I live on a farm. Mom told me she was carrying a basket of eggs up to the house one day. She stumbled, dropped the basket, and every egg was broken. The moral is not to put all your eggs in one basket.’
Susie stood up next and said, ‘My mother is a librarian. She told me that people like to check out the books with colourful, flashy covers - they almost never check out books with plain, dull covers, even those some of those books contain the best stories. The moral is to never judge a book by its cover.’
Little Johnny stood up and said, ‘My dad told my about his aunt Louise. She was a pilot during the war, and one day she developed engine trouble over enemy territory. She had to bail out, and only had time to grab her parachute, a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete.
‘Aunt Louise drank the whole bottle of whiskey on the way down, and landed right in the middle of 100 enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of them with her machine gun, then ran out of bullets. She killed twenty more with her machete until the blade broke. She killed the last ten with her bare hands.’
‘My goodness!’ said the teacher. ‘What is the moral of this frightening story?’
And Johnny said,
Boru